Words are all I have
to give to you
empty letters
worn and bruised
and if my hearts
not what you need
I will still gladly
make you bleed
and in those few seconds
youd know what I feels true
because in the end
I'm willing to die for you
so take my emotions
and stomp them to the ground
take me by the hand
and pull me around
I just can't make you love me
but lord knows I'll try
so let me take care of you
I promise not to make you cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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